“...And thats why I think any sort of ruffle on a sleeve is a crime against fashion. Keep the questions and ideas coming in for tomorrows Q&A session and as always, thanks for watching.”

Kurt smiled into the webcam sincerely before pressing a button on his keyboard to turn it off and thereby end the video. He wasnt honestly sure why or when he had gotten so famous on YouTube, considering he mostly just babbled about his day, recipes he had tried and his general opinions on fashion and the world surrounding him, but he was forever grateful for the opportunities it had gotten him.

Sure, hed graduated and gotten to New York on his own. But getting into the Fashion Institute of Technology along with a part time internship at Vogue, was completely the doing of his channel full of videos. Making an electronic portfolio for each of these institutions was all too easy, considering hed literally documented every article of clothing hed made, outfits he had worn each day, as well as critiques on just about every trendy piece of fashion since he had created the channel nearly two years ago. It was kind of his signature, he supposed.

Still, outside that channel and silly website fame he was extraordinary normal. He didnt find himself overly attractive or appealing. Sure, he dressed nice and took care of himself, but anyone in the world could do that too. When it came down to it, Kurt was just your typical broke college student trying to make ends meet so that his two roommates wouldnt do things to him while he slept.

Maybe the thing that made him unique was being so introverted in the real world but so extroverted on camera. Then again, on the screen no one is judging you. Its just you and a tiny machine that you can manipulate to do exactly as you want it to and then edit it even further until the finished product is perfect. Thats the beauty of the internet, after all, no one has to know what youre really like and theyll still like you.

Finally pulling himself out of his reverie, Kurt hit the upload button on the video and went to make dinner for him and his flat mates. No one wanted to face the wrath of a hungry Santana or an upset Rachel after a day of rehearsals. Once the ding signaling the uploaded finishing reached Kurts ears, he happily went and added a catchy title to the video, set it to public, and hit publish just waiting for his email on the site to explode as usual.

~*~

He was going to be late and he knew it; so much for a quick 10 minute nap. Blaine rolled his eyes as he ran up three flights of stairs and ran head first into his supervisor.

“Oh god, I am so, so sorry Miss Noble! I fell asleep and my phone alarm must not have gone off and-” He was effectively cut off by a hand on his shoulder.

“Blaine, its a holiday. There arent any kids here anyways, so clearly you need to go home and nap some more. Ill see you tomorrow, dear.” She flashed Blaine a sincere smile before continuing back down the hallway towards the front office.

Needless to say, he now felt like a complete idiot in front of the person that was responsible for his future. Sure, hed never once been late and the kids always seemed to love his ideas – Blaine student taught for Miss Nobles kindergarten class at one of the local elementary schools – but to come in on a scheduled day off? Clearly he needed to calm down and smell the metaphorical roses.

With a defeated sigh, Blaine walked back outside to the busy New York streets and headed towards his apartment. He was sure his roommate, Sam, would find the humor in this story at least. If he was honest with himself, Sam was the only keeping him from imploding multiple times on a daily basis.

Blaines life wasnt necessarily stressful, per se, but it was busy. By day he was an elementary education major at New York University. He was in his last semester and completing his student teaching so he could graduate on time. Needless to say, he absolutely loved teaching the little kids – they were just so young and willing to try anything be it some sort of craft or maybe even a song with a silly dance. Blaine wishes he could be as carefree as those little kids.

To ensure he could pay rent and afford to eat, he helped out with the off Broadway choirs as a part time musical director. His work with his high schools show choir, The Warblers, and growing up with a music producer for an uncle definitely helped his musical knowledge and passions. Blaine just never saw it as anything more than a hobby, despite his uncles pleas for him to be a music major to this day.

Finally, he had reached the eighth floor of his apartment building. With a swift motion, Blaine quickly unlocked the door to his apartment and set his bag by the door. Needless to say, his favorite part of the day was recording videos for his YouTube channel. The videos were nothing special, mostly random stories about his day or recommendations for good coffee shops or music, sometimes he would even sing for his faithful fans, granted those were usually saved for major subscriber milestones or big events.

Once his old computer booted up and he had hooked up his webcam to his exact specifications, he was a bit of a perfectionist, Blaine smiled as he turned on the camera.

“Hey guys! I hope you all had a good day today and enjoyed the holiday if you were fortunate enough to get the day off. Lets see....Ive really got nothing today. Oh! I got a new shirt this morning. Its nothing special, just a red polo with some black trim on the collar and sleeves, but thats basically all the exciting news I have.” Blaine bit as his lip a little, thinking before continuing. “Well I guess you guys are in luck today since Im so brain dead.” He leaned over and grabbed his guitar and tuning it quickly. “So what would you guys like to hear today?” He strummed a little bit. “Except the funny part about this is that Im talking to myself, so by popular vote of myself, the winner is...” He beat his hands rhythmically on his desk to imitate a drumroll. “A current favorite of mine, Unconditionally by the one and only Katy Perry. Yes, I love her and no, Im not ashamed.”

Blaine played his own acoustic version of the song, hitting the notes flawlessly and even adding his own embellishments. He made sure to sing it through twice, so he could edit the video later to make any mistakes sound better, before he smiled at the camera again and set his guitar aside. “Thats all for today. Join me tomorrow and maybe Ill actually have something thoughtful and planned out that wont make you roll your eyes in a bit of shame for actually watching this stuff. But anyways, I really appreciate all the love and views and Im sending it all right back your way. Thanks for the support everyone!” Blaine smiled as he clicked the camera off.

The next hour was spent tirelessly piecing together his performance so that it was up to his standards, which was no easy feat. After replaying his voice enough times that he never wanted to hear it again, Blaine finally gave in and let the video upload while he straightened up his room and updated his planner so he wouldnt make a mistake like earlier today again. A few minutes later, Blaine was pressing the publish button, smiling to himself at the notion. He would never have thought something as simple as a homemade video with questionable editing would make so many people so happy, but he did like to please people so he would do this until his subscribers begged otherwise.

After making sure everything published properly, Blaine shut down his laptop and flopped down on the bed, hands behind his head. He turned on the television to some random sitcom rerun and allowed himself to drift off once again.